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“So, how am I supposed to talk to you now that you’re a Lesbian?”

I remember my “coming out” time period last year. I put that phrase in quotations because I’ve always FELT out, even when I didn’t wanna be. It was a really easy experience for the most part, but the one thing I didn’t expect was people (whose opinions really don’t matter) to say things that sounded so STUPID to me.

Prime example: there’s a girl in my homeroom; let’s call her “SB”. Though we’re cordial to each other, SB and I have never clicked. She may have the POTENTIAL to be the world’s greatest person, but I’ve just never had the time (nor interest) to find out for myself.

Around the beginning of last year, the juniors had an assembly to start ordering class rings. There was a HUGE PowerPoint presentation with “cool” animations and “young, hip” music, an old white man telling us how great his company is to buy from…you know, the usual. Anyway, we get back to homeroom and start looking through the catalogue, and SB notices a Dereon ring by Beyoncé. Now, EVERYONE knows how big of a Beyoncé fan I am, and SB (innocently enough, in my eyes) says, “Ooh, KayBee!! Here go a Beyoncé ring; why don’t you get that one?” I flip the page to look at it and say, “Naw, it looks too feminine.” SB responds by saying, “Dang, KayBee!! You must be a lesbian or something?!” I nod, Kanye shrug, and finish my browsing. SB and her “clique” look at each other and start giggling; it doesn’t really bother me.

Fast-forward a couple of days, and we’re back in homeroom. SB comes in with her “clique” whispering, sniggling, and giggling. She decides to sit on top of the desk in front of me with the rest of her flock grabbing seats surrounding us to catch every bit of our exchange. Here’s how our (brief) conversation went:

SB: So, how am I supposed to talk to you now that you’re a lesbian? (cue lots of laughter from SB’s friends)

Me: Gee, I don’t know; how am I supposed to talk to you now that you’re an asshole? (cue lots of under-breath comments and lip-smacking from SB and her friends)

Here’s why that comment upset me so much:

It obviously was a joke between SB and her buddies. There are plenty of stupid people in my homeroom, but I am not one of them; her lame attempt at humor was quickly recognized.

There was NO REAL PURPOSE TO THAT QUESTION!!!! If she was genuinely wondering how she should start addressing me, I would’ve might’ve brushed off the rudeness that was attached to what she asked me. However, SB doesn’t talk to me, and I don’t talk to SB. So, why was she so worried about how to talk to me all of a sudden?

It was just flat-out rude. Her asking me that question is like some prissy white girl asking me how should she talk to me since I’m black? Umm, how about like a fucking person?

I know that this is just the FIRST of derogatory (or just plain ignorant) comments that will be said about, around, or to me, but the whole thing was just stupid. I don’t think I was wrong for how I responded (though she obviously did); I think she was wrong for asking me that in the first place.